292: How big of a gamble is this?

Songphong's face turned beet red; his son's words had offended everyone!

How could he ever hold his head up in the village again?

He trembled with rage, pointing at Atapong.

"You! You brat! What am I supposed to say about you! You've had a bit of horse piss to drink and forgotten your own surname, haven't you?"

He quickly turned to the crowd, cupping his hands in a respectful bow.

"Hey, everyone, fellow villagers, neighbors, please don't mind him, please don't take it to heart!"

He tried hard to explain, attempting to salvage the situation.

"This boy Atapong isn't usually like this! He does business outside, and he's very polite when dealing with people—they're all friends! Today... today he's purely had too much to drink! Yes, he's drunk! He's just talking nonsense!"

He looked back at Atapong with both reproach and pleading.

"You earned a bit of money outside, and that's your talent, but you can't look down on people like this! We're all fellow villagers, connected by blood and bone! Quick, apologize to everyone!"

Songphong's words were a quick-witted attempt to attribute Atapong's vile behavior to drunken loss of control, barely providing a way out for both sides, especially for his own family.

However, Atapong, who was in a fit of rage and disdained to pretend any longer, didn't buy it at all.

"Cut the fucking crap!"

Atapong impatiently interrupted his father, even glaring at Songphong, annoyed by his interference.

He now only wanted to end this round of cards quickly, win everything Su Cha had, and then use the posture of a victor to ruthlessly humiliate these poor ghosts who made him unhappy!

He no longer paid attention to his father's attempts to smooth things over or the crowd's anger, refocusing his attention on the card table and on Su Cha.

He slammed the table hard.

"You little bastard! Stop with that useless talk! Since you're putting everything on the line to open the cards with me, I'll open them with you! I want to see what kind of shitty hand that two hundred thousand you borrowed from an online loan can actually produce!"

Saying this, he reached out to flip the three face-down cards in front of Su Cha.

According to the rules of golden flower, if both sides agree to open the cards, or if the cards are opened after the betting limit is reached, the cards are shown directly to compare their value.

However, just as his hand was about to touch Su Cha's cards, another hand pressed down even faster, firmly pinning the back of his hand.

It was Su Cha.

Su Cha's eyes were bloodshot, churning with overwhelming rage, humiliation, and a sort of desperate madness.

He pressed down on Atapong's hand with such force that Atapong couldn't pull it away for a moment.

"Wait!" Su Cha squeezed out two words through his teeth, his voice hoarse.

Atapong was taken aback, then snapped angrily, "What the fuck do you mean?"

Su Cha slowly raised his head, staring at Atapong's face, which was distorted by shock and anger, and said word by word.

"What it means is, at one point five million, I'm not opening!"

He violently threw off Atapong's hand, then pressed both hands on the edge of the table, leaning forward and roaring as if making a vow.

"You, just keep following!"

The crowd was stunned.

"What???"

"Not opening the cards?"

"It's already one point five million and he's still not opening???"

"My god... how big are they going to play!"

Everyone thought Su Cha had scraped together two hundred thousand just to call the bet and then open the cards for a final showdown.

Who would have thought he actually wouldn't open!

He even wanted to continue betting!

This meant the stakes would continue to accumulate until one side was unable to follow and chose to fold, or both sides agreed on a higher price to open!

"Crazy... they're all crazy..."

"This... how long will this go on? How much money will be enough?"

"Thrilling! This is too thrilling! Not even a movie would dare to play it like this!"

"Where does Su Cha get the confidence? He won't open even at one point five million? Does he really have a guaranteed win? Or... is he purely scaring Atapong, trying to force him to fold?"

"It's possible! Atapong was so arrogant just now, Su Cha is making a counter-move! You want to open the cards just like that? I'm not opening! If you have the guts, keep betting money!"

"But this is too risky! What if Atapong really follows? Where would Su Cha get more money?"

Atapong was also dazed by Su Cha's sudden move.

He froze for a few seconds, and then a surge of rage from being provoked rushed to his head.

In his view, Su Cha was just bluffing and putting on an act!

"Not opening?"

"Who the fuck are you trying to impress!"

He pointed at the pile of money and chips on the table, then at Su Cha's phone.

"You pathetic loser, you scraped everything together, even took out an online loan, and finally managed to get one point five million, and now you're telling me you won't open? You're going to keep following?"

He felt Su Cha had simply lost his mind.

"What are you going to follow with? Huh? Sell your father? Or put your wife up as collateral?"

His words were extremely malicious, attempting to make Su Cha break down with even more extreme humiliation.

Facing his insults, Su Cha strangely calmed down a bit, though his gaze grew even colder.

"Is there a problem?"

He asked back, his tone terrifyingly calm.

"The rules allow it. I have enough chips for this round, so I have the right not to open the cards and request to continue betting. Is there any problem, Older Male Cousin Atapong?"

Atapong was choked up.

There was indeed no problem with the rules.

But he just felt something was wrong, feeling that Su Cha was playing tricks.

His wife Nala also grew anxious and said shrilly.

"There's a huge problem! Su Cha, do you know how much the chips add up to now? It's almost two million! You still want to follow? On what basis? Where will you get the money for the next round?"

She also had a gambler's mentality, wanting to win big yet fearing Su Cha really had something to lean on, or that his pure madness would lead to uncontrollable results.

Atapong took over the conversation, narrowing his eyes, trying to see through Su Cha.

"Exactly! Su Cha, where do you get the nerve to play with me like this? On what basis are you continuing to follow?"

His gaze involuntarily drifted toward Lei Jun, who had been silent.

"What? Are you counting on this Silver-haired Beauty to turn the tables for you? I'm telling you, Su Cha, you're dreaming! The cards are set! Even if she's a goddess descended from heaven, she can't change the cards in your hand!"

Su Cha suddenly slammed the table, interrupting Atapong's talk about Lei Jun.

"Stop fucking talking about Miss Lei!"

"I'm going to play this out with you to the end today! I'm asking you, are you following or not? If you don't have the money to follow, then fold! Cut the fucking crap!"

Everyone else was stunned.

"Playing to the end... this is going to be a fight to the death..."

"The bets add up to almost two million, right? My god, I've never seen so much money in my life..."

"Su Cha is really daring! Has he been pushed too far?"

"Atapong is cornered! He's stuck between a rock and a hard place! If he follows, he has to put up more money; if he doesn't follow and folds, he loses all the bets he placed before! That was over a million!"

"I don't think Atapong necessarily has that much cash left either, right? It looked like his money was almost running out just now."

"Not necessarily, he still has his factory... but if he puts the factory on the line, he's really gambling his whole livelihood!"